Blue Whales And Something Creative

Anonymous asked:

From your poems:

It wasn’t my pillow anymore.
It was just a used pillow with drool stains.

Drool Stains... nice, it can be interpreted as an erotic/love metaphor. Drool, drool, drool stains, it sounds good. Also, from your songs, I liked Arms, Fourth and Gonna Give it to ya. That goddamn site needs a "I like it" button.

How are you? and how is Noriko? Oh, by the way, tell her to dance without shame, "pitiful dance attemp" my ass, fuck the haters.

Damn, finding metaphors in my writing. That’s pretty interesting/insightful. When I see how you put it, it makes sense. I don’t really remember exact moments of writing anything from last year anymore, so I can’t say if that was meant to be like that or not.

Thanks for liking my shit, making music’s really my only ‘legitimate’ hobby.

I don’t really know how to explain how I am right now, would probably need another week or two. Noriko seems alright, you should ask her yourself, though. She seems to be doing a lot with her time, which is pretty cool (dancing, making music, puzzles, etc.)